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The Poem, For Me, Is Simply The First Sound Realized In The Modality Of Being.

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And All Now Is War Where So Lately There Was Peace, And The Sweet Brotherhood, The Use Of Tilled Fields.

One Perception Must Immediately And Directly Lead To A Further Perception

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